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The cafeteria was packed as always but House managed to manipulate his way to a booth at the back. He sat down while Wilson grabbed their food and paid for it. He made his way to the table, sitting down and sighing.

"You would think these doctors had never eaten before." Wilson quipped, opening his salad.

House grabbed one of the sandwiches, and took a large bite, moaning at the taste. "I love roast beef." He said with his mouth full.

"It's a wonder, that even when you do things like that, I still want to kiss you."

"Speaking of kisses, what the hell was that in the elevator?" House looked up from his food, right into Wilson's eyes.

Wilson smiled. "Did I do something wrong?" He took a bite of his own sandwich, a grin still plastered on his face. He knew the smile in itself would get to House, but the sarcasm was just the icing on the cake.

"Hardy-har. You know, I think I'm rubbing off on you. And I haven't decided if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but if it means more kisses like that in the elevator, then it's a good thing."

"Thanks for that, Martha Stewart. And for once, I felt like acting on my impulses. Was it so bad?" He smiled, eating another bite.

House's smile grew. "You know it wasn't bad, well it wasn't until you happened to brush something, and now it's uncomfortable to sit in these jeans." He reached down and attempted to re-adjust things.

Wilson took another bite, his thoughts drifting to what House was re-adjusting. Thoughts of helping him, removing the jeans that his hand had just rubbed against caused his face to turn a little red, and make House smiled when he noticed.

House moved his good leg under the table towards Wilson, running his foot along his inner shin, making his way up. Wilson was trying to focus on something else, but he couldn't help himself. He felt a bugle begin to form in the front of his dress pants. He looked at House, and saw a reflection of the need he was feeling in House's eyes. Wilson stretched his leg in the same motion, feeling just how tight the jeans were.

"Can we have that chat now?" Cuddy's voice shattered the little world of warmth and connection that House and Wilson had slipped into. She sat down beside Wilson, unaware of the action was occurring under the table.

"Fine with me. What do we need to chat about, your undying love for me?" House quipped.

Wilson smiled and gasped quietly, as House's foot came to rest on the recently formed bulge. He looked at Cuddy, putting on the best face he could.

"No House, the fact that you two were making out like teenagers, in your office," She pointed at Wilson "In the middle of the day. What is going on?"

"Well, what was going on was we were hoping to have hot monkey sex, right on his desk, when you came in. But you came in too early. Does that occur with most of the men you are with?" House smirked, and Wilson glared at him, in a 'be nice' way.

"There has always been something there between me and House, don't tell me you haven't noticed. I guess we just decided to give it a try. And well…you saw us kissing." Wilson chuckled.

Cuddy sighed, glancing from House to Wilson, back. "Well yea, I have noticed. I just…can you keep it clean at work please?" She glared at house. "I know that's not something you are used to, but this is a hospital, not a porno." She slid off the bench seat, and smiled at them, before walking away.

Wilson looked right in House's eyes. "Did you have to do that, right when she was sitting with me? I was almost turned on by Cuddy for a second there."

House smiled maniacally. His smile faded and a small moan slipped from his lips when Wilson's foot rested and began to stroke the bulge in the front of House's jeans. He started out slow then sped up, causing House to grab onto the table and close his eyes. Then he brought his foot back to the other side of the table, taking a sip of his drink.

House's eyes finally opened again, filled with lust and want. "Why…would you do that?"

"So you know how it feels." Wilson's voice had taken a more seductive tone, which didn't help House's arousal. "Anyways, I have to get back to my office, I do have patients I need to see. We can talk to more tonight." He slid off the bench seat, and walked to the other side, leaning on towards House. House moved over to meet Wilson, and wanted to scream when Wilson's hand grabbed the bulge and began to stroke it while breathing heavily into his ear. "Have a good day." Wilson whispered, before walking away, a huge smile on his face.

House watched his saunter away, wanted to rip off his pants. Gaining back his composure, he cleared his throat, and slid of his seat. His legs were a little wobbly and he hoped that bystanders would just chock it up to his leg being sore anyways. The trip back to his office was longer than usual, because he felt very fuzzy and aroused.

Once he reached the conference room, he threw his stuff down and was happy to see that none of his children were back yet. He walked into his office, checked his email, and went out onto the balcony. He glanced into the other office and saw Wilson comforting a young woman. His heart swelled. He guessed that she had just found out.

Wilson was good with emotion, and emotional people. That wasn't really House's thing, but for Wilson, he could be a hopeless romantic. A smile played upon his lips as thought ran through his head.